day one Each decade seems to be labeled by society with a descriptive word that describes the societal status of the times. The sixties were the era of free love. The eighties were the years of financial decadence where money was in abundance, spent freely, almost wastefully. The nineties seem to be headed towards an era of new sexual expression, the world...
The cell was dank and dreary. Lyeo sat on the straw stuffed mattress facing the bars. Hours had become days, days weeks and now weeks months. The wounds on His arms and wrists had healed sufficiently to just be an inconvenience and the largest, roughly stitched by a drunk and careless barber had finally stopped seeping puss. He had taken the last of the herb...
Chapter 6 – Training, skirmish. Jezebel woke up the next morning and felt wonderful. The aftereffects of the fight and power breakthrough seems to have passed. She throws on a silk robe and she lets Sandy and Scott sleep in a little more. She heads into the kitchen and starts a pot of coffee. In the living room she starts with some stretches and does her...
"So I said to him," said Clare to Ashley the following morning, "if you don't turn me around on this bed and fuck me like it's your last night on Earth, I'm going out to the club to find someone who will." "No!" said Ashley dramatically. "You did not say that to him!" "Sure did," said Clare nonchalantly. "Anyway, what's he gonna do? Leave me? Haha, please...
[True Story] Author's Note: This is the true story of my first-ever experience as a submissive. The full title was originally "Early Bird Dinner: Hyperrealism, Mundanity, and Sexual Taboo." It has a long exposition, but no detail was spared, and I promise it all pays off in the end ;). More to come in Part 2. I hope you enjoy! // I bat my eyelashes at the...
The car door slams behind me; the rain spills down my check as I shuffle into her apartment complex. The man behind the desk smiles at me, a familiar face. We don't exchange names, but we know each other's faces and that's plenty. He asks me how the weather is; I crack a joke in return, and we go our separate ways. Like clockwork, he'll see me again in the m...
I believe I love her. I'd catch her every morning picking flowers nearby my cabin. There was something ethereal about her. Elegantly dipping just above each flower. I secretly watched and plotted for seven months straight. For some reason I thought she'd always known I'd been watching her. And for the first time she smiled at me. All of it was in slow motio...
So, now we know the where, when and who, which leads us to the how. This is where it gets tricky. Remember that being a dominant is truly not simply about getting compliance from a partner. It's about making that partner feel good about willingly giving that power over to you. Or, put another way, as my own mantra always goes, healthy power exchange always...
Laura believed in strength in numbers. When she went out on the town, it was with a group of women whose public behavior ranged from outgoing to boisterous. These not-very-close friends of hers, many of them blondes, drew most of the attention from the roving packs of men. This allowed Laura to hang back and take on the role of The Quiet Brunette, and hope t...
Karl waited for his meeting with Zack in the atrium at Jaxport. He sipped a latte, watching passengers arrive and depart after lively reunions and tearful good-byes. But Karl mostly watched his charge, Pamela, sitting at the wrought iron café table with him. She was wearing a short sleeveless summer dress, her braless breasts playing sidewinder peek-a-boo in...